"No! You did not! How did he take it?" Kurt was having a surprisingly good time, despite his breakdown earlier. Jeff was great company, especially since they were both crushing on ABSOLUTELY clueless Warblers. Besides Blaine, Kurt wasn't especially close to any Warblers, so it was nice to spread his wings a bit. They had gone out to BreadStix, gotten the $8.99 "All-You-Can-Eat" Pasta Special and had proceeded to eat their hearts out while swapping stories and discussing "plans of action". Jeff was in the middle of telling Kurt all about his failed attempt to serenade Nick at his 16th birthday party.

Grinning, Jeff was about to answer when a familiar head of gel-locked black hair came into view.

"Kurt! Look, it's Blaine!" he leaned in and whispered. Kurt whipped his head around and sure enough, there he was, dreamy as ever... with a Jewish hobbit on his arm.

"Well, they look like they're having a great time." Kurt snapped, happy mood gone. Jeff shot him an amused look, before realizing what Kurt meant.

"Oh, that's her, isn't it?" He frowned. "She's now even that pretty... I mean, I'm gay, but I know pretty girls when I see them. She's pretty, but if it was between you and her, I'd go with you."

Both boys looked at each other and burst out laughing at the same time.

"JEFF! Oh my Gaga, you're so gay!" Kurt laughed, dabbing at his eyes. After doubling over in laughter a few more times, the boys finally calmed down and sighed.

Suddenly, Kurt remembered what Blaine had said earlier. Immediately, his good mood vanished. He felt awful... was he really that much of a monster? Panic began to settle in again and Kurt's face morphed into one of utter pain. Jeff, catching onto Kurt's panic attack, promptly covered Kurt's hand with his own.

"Kurt, listen to me. Blaine was overreacting because he was confused. Nothing he said is true.Nothing.Hear that, Kurt? Listen to me! I'm gay, and you're not bullying me or anything, right? Kurt you're a good person. Stop blaming yourself!" Jeff rambled on, trying to make his friend feel better. Finally, after a few minutes of counseling from his blond-haired friend, Kurt looked up, the panic clearing out of his crystal eyes. Offering Jeff a small smile, Kurt squeezed his hand.

Relieved that his rambling had, to some avail, helped his friend out, Jeff grinned back and met Kurt's eyes. Hands still clasped, Kurt opened his mouth to thank Jeff, when he cut off by the slightly irritated, yet very familiar voice of their lead singer.

"Hey Kurt." Blue eyes met hazel.

Blaine was having an nice time. He liked spending time with Rachel, although he couldn't stop thinking about Kurt. He smiled and offered to the conversation, but tuned Rachel out when she went off about her dreams of stardom or started ranting about the lack of appreciation in glee club for her talent. Rachel was a nice girl, but she was somewhat irritating. After they'd watched a movie and spent time reciting lines and gushing over actors and actresses, Blaine found himself missing the sarcastic criticism of one blue-eyed counter-tenor.

At around 7, Rachel had suggested going out to BreadStix for dinner, so they piled into Blaine's car and drove over to the restaurant. While adding meaningful tidbits to the conversation with Rachel, Blaine's mind began to wander. What if Kurt was right and it was just the alcohol? He genuinely enjoyed Rachel's company, but he didn't get butterflies like he did around Jeremiah... or Kurt. Blaine still had unresolved feelings for the gorgeous brunette. Suddenly, a thought hit Blaine like a battering ram.

He had compared Kurt to Karofsky.

Oh.

Shit.

Blaine mentally chastised himself, not only for swearing, but for letting slip such an awful insult. He panicked, remembering the way Kurt's eyes shone with unshed tears when he ran out of the Lima Bean. Blaine felt like banging his head against the wheel... Why didn't he go after Kurt? Why was he so clueless?

I really have no idea what I'm doing...Blaine looked over at Rachel, curious as to whether the attraction went beyond imbibing copious amounts of alcohol. Pulling into the lot for BreadStix, he got out of the car and opened the passenger door for Rachel. Hmm... he wondered.

"Hey Rachel, come here." Blaine said, in the sultriest voice he could manage. "You look pretty tonight." He said, leaning in for a peck on her lips. Rachel was eager, pressing her lips firmly against his.

Blaine waited.

And waited.

He tried moving his lips, the way Rachel was.

Nope. Nothing.

He broke off and looked into Rachel's big, brown eyes. A million feelings crashed down inside him. the prominent thought was: Oh crap, I screwed up with Kurt.

"Yup. I'm gay. 100% gay." he blurted. Realizing what he said, his eyes widened. "I mean, Rachel you're a lovely girl and I really enjoyed tonight but-"

Rachel held up her hand, her eyes squinting shut. Suddenly a big smile broke out on her face.

"Blaine! Thank you so much! This is song-writing gold! I'm very sorry but I'm going to have to cut out date short a bit... I have to go write a song about the pain and heartache of falling for a gay man." She skipped away happily before realizing that 1) she was still hungry and 2) she didn't have a ride home.

Blaine, still relatively shocked with the reaction he got, blinked in wonder as the tiny Jew strode back towards him.

"Actually Blaine, I'm kind of hungry. Let's go eat and then I'll let you go!" She wove her arm into his and pulled an astonished Blaine behind her.

Walking into BreadStix, Rachel talked to the waitress and got them a lovely little table for 2 because Blaine was still kind of dumbstruck. Pulling her "date" behind her, Rachel and Blaine settled down at the table and she explained her song-writing crisis and why she wasn't that angry about the fact that Blaine was, in fact, gay.

Blaine was about to respond with some sympathy and possible song-writing advice when a familiar soft, high voice drifted across their table. Snapping around, he scoured the room, trying to convince himself that no, he wasn't crazy, not at all.

"Is that Kurt?" Rachel squinted at a table a few feet away from them. There was a beautiful, gorgeous blue-eyed brunette with the most alluring voice Blaine had ever heard. However, his company was a blond haired boy wearing a Dalton blazer that Blaine swore he knew. Unable to remember his name, Blaine's eyes fell to their joined hands on the table.

"Yeah," he breathed. "Um, would you excuse me a moment, Rachel?" Blaine asked and got up without waiting for an answer.

Walking closer, he recognized the blond boy as Jeff Everson, a fellow Warbler. He watched as Kurt looked up and smiled at the other boy, not breaking their clasped hands.

Fury coiled in the pit of Blaine's stomach and he balled his hands into fists.

What is he doing?Blaine wasn't even sure who he was addressing. Trying to keep his voice calm, he took a deep breath and called out to the boy who had stolen his heart.

"Hey Kurt." And blue eyes met hazel.

"Blaine!" Kurt exclaimed, his eyes filling with excitement that was replaced just as quickly with ... was that fear? "Um, I mean, Blaine... hey." Kurt finished weakly, breaking eye contact. Blaine stepped closer, confused at the fidgety reaction from Kurt.

"Jeff." he nodded in the other boy's direction and earned a small smile. Jeff pulled out his wallet and dropped a $10 bill onto the table and took Kurt's hand in his again.

"Blaine, hey! We were just.. um leaving. See you tomorrow in school!" Jeff replied cheerfully. Pulling a slightly trembling Kurt along, Jeff dashed out of BreadStix, leaving Blaine behind yet again.

Very confused.